#but i had to say something because im surprised and elated

[crispyjenkins]

i still have to edit but i might have just actually finished a chapter for talk some sense to me which is

very weird to think about considering it’s been

two years since i updated

[lilacargent]

Soooo first post ever and it is because i have gone down the #humansarespaceorcs rabbit hole, and my train of thought was:

Yes humans are weird and do strange things to survive. But more specifically we do weird things to our surroundings to survive, many different things.

What if, it has been a decade or two since the humans joined what ever coalition or council of aliens that work together and as a species they are mostly well known for their ability to grow crops under the worst circumstances (soil, climate anything) ofcourse the other deathworld apex predator human traits make the rounds but over time they seem to assume we cannot surprise them anymore.

Everyone knows that if a planet is ‘owned’ by a certain species they have to pay tax to the coalition, so planets that aren’t particularly useful are undesirable.

This particular planet p-jx-5£2 has been moved around endlessly, given with trade deals to get rid of it. P-jx-5£2 is 97% water, with a very high salt level so inhabitable for all developed aliens. Even though the atmosphere is a nice oxygen base and the gravitational pull allright most for the coalition members the fast spinning moon and the planets quick pace around its sun make the water move and tides switch every 2.5 hours keeping no land dry outside of low tide.

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The tall Avian alian il’trexz was elated this day was going to be great, a trade deal with the hardy humans and getting rid of a useless money drain, they didn’t have a clue what they were signing up for!

Turning towards the much smaller bipedal species standing in front of the window looking down on the blue planet that just came into their possession the strange creature mumbled something to them selves, frowning Il’trezx asks ‘im sorry what did you say, you spoke but the translator didn’t pick it up?’ The human (Steve) turned to him away from the window ‘my apologies, i was talking to myself, i said that we had to send the dutch.’ Il’trezx looked befuddled ‘the dutch? Is that some kind of animal?’

Steve threw his head back and made a series of sounds that ruffled the Avians feathers and had he not known it was a laugh it would have made him run for the hills ‘HA I’m going to tell Andreas you said that, no the Dutch is what call people from a country on earth that specialise in these kinds of climates, they’ve been begging for a challenge since they stopped the flooding on the umavi home world.’ With feathers puffed up Il’trezx wonders ‘and they are going to do what? This is an impossible planet’ immediately clasping his beak he looks a the human to see if he seemed angry at being swindled, but to his surprise Steve just looks at him ‘hm so you believe we can’t use this planet. Allright let’s make a bet.’ Interested Il’trezx leans in closer ‘what kind of bet?’ A predatory grin spreads on the bipedal aliens face ‘if we make less of this planet than the amount of tax we have to pay over it we will cover all trade costs for this quarter, insurance, travel all of it.’ Eagerly Il’trezx starts nodding ‘but’ Steve keeps going ‘if we do make more of this planet you will do the same.’

The bet is put onto paper and the higher ups of both parties also agree. In 5 years the Avians would be back and they would balance the costs to the benefits. When they departed Il’trezx says too Steve ‘you must have a lot of faith in these “dutch” ‘ the man grins teeth bared ‘ofcourse, after all they conquered water before’

The five years pass and stories have been going around of a new energy supplier from the humans, producing enough energy to run 78% of their ships and several facilities. Nobody seems to know where it is coming from but no new pollution is measured in any of these facilities. None of this bothers the Avians, after all humans come up with new things all the time.

The five years are up and Il’trezx is invited to the planet with a group of advisors and other officials, the planet which apparently they have renamed to ‘posy’ which is supposed to be short for some kind of sea god from their olden days.

On arrival the amount of coming and going baffles them massive groups of ships docking or docked and all somehow attached to wires that run into machines.

The planets change alone was awe inspiring, two cities on opposite sides of the planet and what seems like millions of weird blades attached to high poles every where. Strange wheels and long walls between towers rising from the rapidly moving waters.

This… this was their new energy source. They somehow made a battery of this uninhabitable planet and then built a home.

On the meeting place Steve is waiting with a man slightly taller than him. Spreading his arms the smaller human says ‘welcome to Poseidon, this is Andreas our main mechanic here. He has been here with planning since orbit 1.’

After the introductions were done Andreas led the group through what they called the Northern city and showed on his device the steps it took to get a foothold and how they proceeded from there, mentioning that many of these steps his home country had used thousands of year ago to gain land from sea, and energy from the movement of water and air. They specialised in this form of terra forming and it showed.

The Avians were astounded, not having realised that there was more than one kind of way the Humans had battled their environment even beating back the waters of their world.

Without a doubt the humans had won the bet and had another legend added to their name. More and more humans showed that with the right motivation they could settle right about anywhere.

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So yea… my stupid little idea. Hopefully someone will enjoy it. I just liked the idea of specific cultures and stuff. specialising in certain things.

Edit: im amazed people seem to like it! If people have ideas or other cultures they think would baffle aliens, im certainly willing to try and write something

[stevie-petey]

I have a blurb idea!

A stug sleepover that wasn't set up by Dustin. Lets say Steve's parents are having a dinner party and instead of being degraded in front of his parents'friends he decides to leave and go to bugs house. He crawls up onto her roof and knocks on her window. She opens her curtains and when she sees Steve she just lights up! She scrambles to open the window and let him in. Steve's heart is so warmed because not only is bug elated to see him, but she's in her pajamas and Steve just thinks she looks perfect😭. Remember in the jealous Steve blurb how he said he wishes that one day he could come over and know he's going home, he's finally getting to feel it!!! Maybe bug even lets Steve lay in her bed BUT only for a little while soon he is demoted back to the bean bag. Still it was nice while it lasted.

steve vs windows ,,, he will never win. this isnt exaaaactly the prompt, but i kept the pjs and coming home <3

enjoy !

"im coming over."

"oh, alright." while you hadnt been upset by steves sudden insistence on coming over, the lack of warning had surprised you. normally he'll ask ahead of time, make a plan, but at almost ten at night he had called you saying he was coming over. "drive safe, please."

"always, angel."

that had been nearly fifteen minutes ago.

normally steve is at you house in under ten minutes, so his slight delay worries you. standing at your window, you wait anxiously for any sign of him. your view of where he normally parks is blocked by a house, so all you can do is stare out at the yard in front of you.

thats when you hear the thud, which is followed by a very pathetic "ow."

"hello?' you call out beneath you, squinting against the darkness of the night. you cant see anything, but you know you heard something.

"down here," someone says weakly, and you recognize the voice to be steves.

squinting even harder, you make out the faint outline of his body sprawled on the grass beneath your window. "oh my god." you start trying to climb out your window to go and help, but steve sees and stops you.

"dont come down," hes out of breath, pain still piercing his body.

"but-"

"im fine, just need to-" steve winces as he stands, his shoulder pops and his knees buckle. "god tonight sucks."

he stands before you now, a foot or so beneath you. for once, youre taller than steve, and you enjoy looking down at him. his eyes are almost black in the dim lighting, though the moon casts a soft glow on his tanned skin. summer has made him beautiful.

you reach your hand out and gently fix his hair. "what happened, honey?"

steves heart warms at the touch, he leans into it and closes his eyes. pain be damned, your fingers tug at his hair and steves heart skips a beat. "missed the jump."

"well, obviously."

"it hurt."

"you poor thing."

"can i come in now?"

you giggle and nod, stepping aside so that steve can climb the ledge and into your room. his arms strain, the outline of his biceps can be seen in the night. hes always been so delicate with how he climbs through the window, far from jonathans clunkiness that always alerted your mom of his arrival.

as you watch steve, you sit on your bed and make room for him to join. you havent forgotten about his unexpected call earlier. "is everything okay?"

"what do you mean?" steve takes his shoes off and places them against your wall. he undoes the first three buttons of his shirt, getting comfortable, before he slides into bed next to you with a tired sigh.

you wrap your arms around him, resting your head over his heart like you always do. "you never just randomly show up."

"i called."

"right before leaving."

"same thing."

"steve." you chastise him, place some annoyance in your voice. hes dodging.

steve sighs, knowing hes been caught. "my parents... theyre having some stupid dinner party tonight. needed to get away. they kept asking me about college and why i was still living at home. one women clutched her goddamn pearls."

"im sorry, honey." you hate that so much is expected of him, more than you know is fair. steve has his own job, he takes care of all the kids, he does the best he can with what hes given, and it infuriates you that his father refuses to see that.

"its whatever. figured id come here instead, see my girl."

my girl.

youre steves girl, and he came to you tonight.

"cute pajamas, by the way." steve adds absentmindedly. his fingers pluck at your spider-man shirt. its old and worn, the material thin now from years of use. "spidey looks good on you."

you blush at his words, innate reaction to being so loved by steve harrington, but you know hes also purposely changing he topic. he doesnt want to talk about what happened tonight. hes already opened up to you more than hes wanted to, so you go along with it.

"he does, doesnt he?" you hum, kissing steves ear. he hums at the sensation, arms tightening around you. hes relived youve seen through his ruse, though that doesnt stop you from reminding him of where he belongs. "welcome home, honey."

steves breath catches. his arms tighten even more. a wave of emotions wash over him. love, belonging, sanctity.

"you cant sleep in my bed, though." you break the silence, knowing steve has gotten lost in his thoughts. you want him to laugh, to see him smile. "the bean bag gets lonely at night."

it works. steve chuckles, kisses the tip of your nose. "well, we cant have that, now can we?"

[theerurishipper]

I hate how im not even angry at how Kwamis choice ruined the Ladynoir ending from Hack-San. That little conversation was already bothering me in s4 bc Hack-San was brutally open with how little Marinette ever conciders Cat Noir in anything.

Beats me why she thought he wouldn't have the logical reaction of fcking RED ALERT when he suddenly sees Ladybug's earrings in possession of somebody else, but hey, Marinette told Alya to play with her pet so that makes up for it I guess? And "pet" I find extremely fitting in that episode's context. She literally send in another Ladybug miraculous holder who's lead Cat also had to follow with no saying in the matter. Marinette literally send him a new owner since the Ladybug can do with the Cat whatever she wants as Marinette herself perfectly demonstrates in her leadership and Adrien therefore had to learn in season 4. I don't know what kind of dignity Marinette was supposedly treating Cat Noir with because it definitely wasn't on screen.

Marinette not thinking a single second about Cat was so bad in Hack-San that in the end she was genuinely surprised that she had to talk to him. There had been no intention on her part to have a conversation, she truly thought she had taken care of everything that matters. And from her perspective that meant telling Alya to laugh at his jokes being the only thing she conciders of any importance (something Marinette herself barely does). Honestly, there is not more personhood to him than "Pet".

So no, her words in the Ladynoir end scene have always meant as little as it turned out in Kwamis choice where she immediately left after he rejected her one time in "Elation" and the she didn't even care if it was at least Scarabella again who Cat Noir would met next to find out the awful news.

I always felt so unbelievably bad for Adrien in the Hack-San ending because the episode went out of its way to show that it isn't Marinette who gets the "Their crush barely realizes they exist" treatment, it has always been Cat Noir.

It had to be ALYA to make Marinette even talk to Cat when she comes back and then the only thing Marinette acknowledges as a mistake is that he must have been (negatively) surprised by having met a different Ladybug holder and that she's sorry, if she were to have found out that way that he had revealed himself to someone else she would have been upset too.

Which... man, Ladybug's dialog in that scene is so surface level. Comparing the emotional depth of how Cat talks about what all this meant to him, with how much care he talks and that it was so bad that the thought of her not being there anymore one day hurt the most and that he doesn't think he could bare that...

And Ladybug is besides him and says "she would have sulked too".

The difference between what she means to him and what little he seemingly means to her is so bad that when Marinette says "I will never abandon you, Kitty" and Adrien immediately forgives her for everything as per usual, I look at Marinette and honestly want to ask if she even knows what the words she just said mean. Because the entire rest of the episode characterized her in a way where her line feels almost shallow.

What is Ladybug apologizing for not having warned him and saying "I will never abandon you Kitty" even worth when she was shocked that she had to talk to him at all?

Already back in season 4 I looked at Adrien's heart eyes after that and felt so bad for him bc very clearly this IS a bond be should be able to live without because she's spearing him barely any thoughts of actual significance in season 4.

So yeah, I can't say I'm angry about season 5 then having made that reality and destroyed the Hack-San ending with Kwamis choice. Marinette in part 1 once again proofs why it's even IMPORTANT that Ladybug isn't someone Cat should hold onto in his life and definitely needs to be able to bare possibly not seeing again. He rejected her ONE TIME and next morning she already tells Tikki to give her earrings to literally ANYONE before Plagg goes about his plan.

Already at that point the line "I will never abandon you Kitty" became worthless and she also would have caused yet ANOTHER Ladybug miraculous holder to met Cat Noir instead of Scarabella, when this time around the new Ladybug would have no information or connection to Marinette and was meant to stay for good.

I almost feel bad for saying it but also honestly not, Kwamis choice really reinforced how little Marinette actually learned in season 4. What little Ladybug "learned" in Hack-San was ripped to shreds in the same intensity as it already felt shallow in s4.

It's only thanks to Tikki that the same "new Ladybug" fiasko wouldnt have repeated itself for Cat just this time he would have been faced with every fear he had coming true, right after Elation where Cat admits that he isn't in love with her anymore and asks if she's okay with him only loving her as a friend.

She said yes. And then she left.

As much as I want to be harsh on Adrien's side of Kwamis choice too, I cannot hold it against him that he left to just finally be able to find happiness (and that being Plagg's motivation too for starting all this), especially not when him having stayed would have only resulted in him having to go through Hack-San 2.0 only in WORSE because once again Marinette barely spared Cat any thoughts besides this time him not wanting to date her anymore making her sad.

Hack-san is one of those other episodes in Season 4 in which I was rather defensive of Marinette in the beginning. Like yeah, she is in the wrong and she should apologize, but I understand that it's an honest mistake, you know? She isn't the best at considering how others might feel about situations, and it's understandable that it didn't cross her mind to talk to Chat Noir. She did do it after Alya mentioned it and she took responsibility for her screw-up, and I was fine with it. That scene from Hack-san on its own is still one of my personal favorite Ladynoir scenes.

But that's just it. The scene itself when seen individually is so soft and sweet, but putting it into the context of the whole season, it's not a good look. Marinette says she'll never abandon Chat Noir, and spends the rest of the season pretty much replacing him with Rena Furtive and overall just pushing him away. It just makes her come off as hypocritical and dishonest. She continues to never consider him and his feelings and things just continue to get worse. The way the Ladynoir conflict was handled retroactively makes the scene in Hack-san worse.

And honestly, I don't feel like defending Marinette for what she did anymore, because she didn't really fix her mistake. She just doubled down and continued to do the same thing, and her assurances that she never really backed up really seem shallow in hindsight. She never learns anything, he takes all the blame for it in the end, and they just carry on without her having to fix her mistake. It's just so bad.

Thank you for your ask!

[mins-fins]

☆ 3 jaemin the virgin sacrifice

❝ i hope the board demon takes jaemin. ❞

⌗ NOTE 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 hi!!!! what's going on with you ☺️?? okay the xiaojun fic is about finished and this week im practically going to be GONE (regents week + my winter formal this friday) so this is like my last update before i crawl into my hole and suffer.. um i hope this somehow makes someones monday better and i'll see you this weekend hopefully with xiaojun 👍

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"WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU DOING?"

it is currently nine pm, the shift today tired you, but not enough for you to drop everything and immediately head to bed, though you wanted to do that, your body wouldn't exactly just let you. you had the sudden urge to draw an architectural sketch of a house, it was like when you drank an espresso shot and then had the sudden urge to bake cookies afterward (you hope that's normal for most people— you hope). you understand why renjun walks in and is instantly concerned.

"this is how i de-stress" you reply, continuing your sketch, but all renjun does is narrow his eyes, trying his best to judge your behavior nicely.

"you look more stressed than anything" renjun clicks his tongue, taking another sip of his tea. "have you tried to sleep at all today?"

"i can't sleep!" you exclaim, throwing your hands up in the air. you end up startling renjun, who jumps back at the volume of your yell. "sleep is practically impossible at this might, i'm just trying to distract myself" you say, giving him your run of the mill fake smile.

renjun blinks, then sighs, knowing there's nothing he could say to convince you to stop working. so, he rubs his temples and shakes his head. "alright then, i made us dinner, come eat".

"i'm not hungry—"

"y/n, come eat or i'm going to force feed you".

the threat, though presumably a false one considering renjun never actually puts his hands on people, somehow scares you enough that you drop your pen, rolling your sketch up and finally taking your hands off it since you began it a good two hours ago.

"have your parents still been urging you to visit them?" renjun asks, though his words are muffled because there's a spoonful of fried rice in his mouth. he covers his mouth and clears his throat, still awaiting your answer.

"yes, but they always get mad when i inform them i can't just not attend my classes to visit them" you lean your head on your hand, moving your spoon around in your meal, not really having an appetite.

"don't play with your food" renjun scolds like a mom, giving you that familiar but rare cold glare, the type he always gives to donghyuck or jaemin when they do something fairly idiotic. "eat".

"okay okay" you frown, and renjun just smiles, feeling victorious. "don't kill me".

renjun smiles a totally non–threatening smile and just hums. "i'll consider it".

"DID YOU KNOW WE SELL OUIJA BOARDS HERE?"

you look up from your phone and at jaemin, who stands before you holding, low and behold, a ouija board. a small chuckle escaped your lips as you stare at the display, and you can hear jisung's gasp from behind you. "ooh! we do?"

"we should try it".

mark's statement is met with immediate rebuttal from the rest of your coworkers, which is a huge surprise to you, because knowing them, you assumed that they would've been elated at the opportunity to summon something from a ouija board at work.

"are you crazy? yoon would kill is if we somehow summoned a demon in the store" chenle crosses his arms as he deadpans at the eldest of the group, you laugh at the way he isn't inherently against the idea of using the board, he just doesn't want to get in trouble for summoning a demon using the board.

"we should sacrifice jaemin to the board demons" donghyuck comments absentmindedly, the empty tone of his voice causes for mark to burst out laughing, pretty much dying right there at the counter. "like those virgin sacrifices that happen in movies".

"jaemin's a virgin?" jeno asks, as if that was the most concerning thing about donghyuck's words. the words make you snort, and jaemin's jaw just drops as he stares at all of you.

chenle turns the other way and crosses his arms, trying to not make his giggling obvious, jeno glances at all of you, still waiting for an answer to his question. donghyuck isn't laughing though, just looks at jeno and scrunches his nose.

"that wasn't— how is that all you got out of the conversation!?"

"i heard jaemin and virgin sacrifice in the same sentence so i put two and two together!"

and you might be asking— why aren't you guys doing your jobs? well sunday's are never busy, and even if you do get customers, they usually just do things on their own and only come to you to check out, ask for something minor, or just pay for their stuff and go.

so really, sunday's are just free days for you, all the eight of you do is stick around, probably do some missing schoolwork, and gossip (okay that's mostly donghyuck and chenle, but everyone participates in it once in a while), and while you know that's probably not what you should be doing when you can be restocking shelves or cleaning messes on the floor, but whenever you guys have a chance, you like to be lazy.

"speak of demons.." chenle mutters, pointing towards the door, where your manger can be seen on his way in.

donghyuck quickly hides his phone, and jaemin totally not suspiciously throws the ouija board on the ground, out of sight. "good morning" jeno politely greets, but the older man is anything but polite.

"it's almost twelve thirty".

"good afternoon then!" though his correction comes off as sweet, there's no hiding the obvious distaste in his voice, and jeno has to restrain himself from rolling his eyes because he doesn't want to be written up for "disrespect".

"how was yesterday?"

you laugh awkwardly, twirling your finger between your finger. now you could so easily eat jisung out and let him face the punishment he should face for the idiotic stunt he pulled the day prior, so you bite your inner cheek and do not say the words that laid on your tongue.

"fine, fine" you say, and it comes out so casually that it really seems like that's it. you can pretty much feel jisung's inner sigh of relief as you say those words.

"really?" he raises an eyebrow, totally suspicious, and you nod again, so so awkwardly that renjun has to touch your arm as a way to tell you to 'stop nodding'.

"i heard something about.. a fire?"

you awkwardly laugh out loud again, and you feel donghyuck pinch you, hard, as a way to say "cut it out and act natural".

"oh that was.." you pause, trying to figure out what exactly to say. "that was a false alarm! i left food on the microwave for too long and wasn't paying attention, so the fire alarm went off!"

you are so impressed with yourself, because you came up with that lie so fast it was like that scenario actually happened, if you weren't so anxious right now, you'd look like a natural, but you are currently very anxious, but you manage to keep standing.

well— that's mostly because jeno is rubbing your back, coaxing you just enough that you don't feel like you'll breakdown anytime soon.

"okay then.." he narrows his eyes weirdly at the eight of you, but you all just pretend that nothing is wrong. "make sure to.. you know, do your jobs?"

"yep!"

"we got you boss!"

the moment he leaves the room, you finally let out the breath you'd been keeping in for a good few minutes. your stomach curls uncomfortably, and you feel as if there's bile sitting in your throat.

you have no idea why you felt so bad, it's not like you haven't lied to your boss before, but this one time just makes you feel horrible, sick even.

"i'm gonna throw up".

you don't even try to talk to your fellow coworkers, just brush past them and make your way to the bathroom, having no time for any more small talk.

your day was just going amazing!

[kazemiya]

May i request Leo and Hiiro (Separately if you may) attending their idol s/o's concert for the first time and them getting jealous at how the fans simped a little too hard for the reader? I hope you have a nice day and thank you so much!

★彡 Leo and Hiiro being jealous after going to s/o performance

a/n: sorry I’ve been a bit slow with request because I’ve been indulging myself in video games and different interest recently. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy!

♡ Leo

Leo was elated, extremely excited at the fact that you invited him to your concert, even reserving tickets for him!

"U reserved tickets for me? Of course I'll come!!!" His eyes glistening so brightly you could see your own reflection. But you can't blame him, he's so thrilled, he could barely sleep a wink the previous night.

And to say the least, your performance was stunning! The way your voice hit every note perfectly and the way you moved your body to the tune of the song.

There was just one problem... why were the fans getting all blushy and red, shrieking out your name multiple times ? Please don't misunderstand though, you deserve whatever praise that comes your way!

But he couldn't help but feel inferior to the rest of the fans, he promise to be your number our fan but due to his constant travelling was he not being supportive enough??

After the concert was over, the first thing you wanted to hear was what Leo thought of the performance. Only to be greeted with a pout on his face, a rather adorable one to be exact.

"C'mon Leo... why you pouting like that ?" you leaned in closely to his face and latched your hands on it.

He slumped his whole being on you as he whined "y/n... didn't you say that we're each others muses? I'm your biggest fan right? Please say I am!!"

His sudden outburst surprised you, but a smirk soon formed on your face "were you perhaps... jealous?"

Upon hearing your words, his eyes widened and he further put his weight on you, hugging you tighter. Mumbling some slightly incoherent words due to him snuggling his face in the crook of your neck.

"Don't worry Leo, i only have eyes for you! didn't your realise that kiss that i blew was blown in your direction?" You swear you can hear a sigh of relief at your words.

♡ Hiiro

Hiiro as well was really excited to go to your concert! He was holding on to that ticket for dear life, not even letting Aira take a look at it.

When the time for the performance came, his breath was taken away... to say you were amazing was an understatement

the way the light shone on your face, sweat beading down your forehead, how you had the audience attention at your fingertips, it was down right captivating

despite having seen such an amazing performance, Hiiro can't help but feel a little overbearing and heavy feeling in his chest as he sees the million of light sticks waving in your direction.

Your performance was officially over and you were looking forward to see him.

"y/n! Your performance was so good!!!" you were greeted enthusiastically by Hiiro but his smile slowly faded, revealing a confused expression, something obviously weighing on his mind.

"Is there anything bothering you? Your face gives it away" You asked him tilting you head slightly.

Rubbing the back of his neck, expression easing into a smile, "It's nothing it's just that i felt a bit weird during your concert. Why did those girls have to cheer so loudly... like you really deserve it but..." he was having difficulty explaining himself.

Suddenly an idea struck you, "So... if im not wrong, you're jealous?" asking with a mischievous tone in your voice.

"Maybe... I just want to be your number one fan that's all..." he mumbled under his breath.

Patting his head, you reassured him "you are my biggest fan, no matter what! And i trust you always will be." The grin he returned to your statement was definitely a sign that he will always be your biggest fan.

[fullmetalscullyy]

time after time for the way it was verse, but instead of after the series im curious about pre series 👀👀 a year or two before royai got married, how did they fall in love??

meg my love!!! thank u for indulging me in my wee au hehehehe

........ i had An Idea and it ran away from me. idk what happened idk where the last 30 minutes went lmao but here u go!!!! does it make sense?? .... !

a wee story about how i like to imagine young royai fell in love in my wee au

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for roy it starts quietly. it sneaks up on him, builds slowly, but when it hits he's like. "huh. yeah... of course!" because he loves her quiet, unseen and unheard passions. from her gardening to her astronomy. she's so knowledgeable on so much but never gets to share it, and roy lives for the moments where he manages to get her to speak of them. he adores how her eyes light up and she looks so happy. it makes him happy. and he grins from ear to ear in his elation and smiles softly at riza, marvelling at the way her cheeks flush pink under his attention. there's a tiny ember of hope within him she may feel some inkling of the same way as him... but he can be patient. he can tell she's not ready to acknowledge anything, so he waits

he'd wait an eternity for her

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for riza, roy is the first person really in years who's showed her any kind of attentiveness and kindness. he listens to her and what she has to say (everything she has to say) which is the most important thing to riza, even if it is shocking and overwhelming. she's not used to such scrutiny, but roy kindly lets her speak as if it is the natural course of things and allows her to use her voice - a drastic change for riza, "trapped" in that house with the quiet, but looming presence of her father, and their monotony

he throws a true spanner in the works of her life.

sometimes (most of the time) it's not appreciated. not in her daily routine, as it has the potential to throw her completely off kilter. riza doesn't welcome that

while she's bemused and baffled about his attentiveness, she immediately develops a crush, even as she doesn't trust him - creating more confusion and frustration

but roy is consistent, patient, and never withdraws his attention and care, like she expects him to, even when she snaps at him. he's surprised and hurt, she's jumbled and defensive, but they're only young. they don't understand these big feelings properly and ultimately, for riza, he's the boy from the city who stole her father's attention. who diverted what should have been hers, away from her. her father dotes on him more than her, and she grows to resent him for it despite everything...

but they grow older. as everything changes personally, her feelings change too. that pesky crush is still there - it flares at the most inopportune times. like when he smiles so brightly and laughs at whatever she's said, even though riza didn't think it was all that funny. roy's belly laugh always fills the room, causing her stomach to flutter as she witnesses his amusement. his joy.

(riza thinks the way his eyes dance as he looks upon her as he laughs is one of life's greatest wonders)

the crush is unexpected when it makes its appearance again, but riza has come to expect it. embrace it.

it's always there

it becomes a comfort

(something to trust in)

and roy continues to act the same way. he brings happiness and laughter into her life, something it was sorely missing while she practically lived alone. and as understanding dawns, riza realises her feelings may be true. real.

its scary

she doesn't trust it. she thinks it's only because roy is the only boy she's ever known, properly

but when one of the boys at school tries to make her smile and laugh, and as they share a quiet moment together at their end of year dance (before they leave school forever), where he kisses her cheek bashfully... riza feels nothing. there's no spark. no blush. nothing like the things she feels when she's around roy

no increase in heart rate

no fluttering pulse

no heat spreading out from her heart and down to her belly

no stomach flip.

realisation dawns

riza realises what she's feeling must be true. if she feels nothing for the boy and everything for roy... then what he makes her feel is true

she really does feel something towards him

it just made sense.

and the journey, figuring it out and allowing herself to embrace it and trust in it - in him - makes her happier than she ever could have imagined

[ausrache]

catch because im feral for a waist touch

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑 | 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 ➥ @starpoacher

an endless stream of thought was mali's constant companion, no matter where she went — blessed ( or cursed, a matter of perspective ) with a head that never stopped working, even if she were to rest. it caused one or two mishaps here & there, alas, never something quite dangerous. as such, whilst her brown gaze was trained upon a few sheets of paper, reading along the inked words that would eventually lead to the production of a new song for their group. the heels of her boots clacked along the freshly polished tiles of the floor as she walked through the almost emptied studio; it had been close to midnight, way past normal hours & yet she was still here.

though, she had not expected for another person to traverse these same empty halls.

"ah! sor—" ripped from her thoughts as she felt herself accidentally walking into said individual; feeling herself loose balance before a pair of arms wrapped themselves around her waist. encircling her in a way that immediately made the idol feel a sense of security . . . one so oddly familiar. "s-sorry . . . i — oh, seth?" her own gaze would catch his, tension releasing from every inch of her body as she eased into his hold. "i . . . i didn't expect you here?" inexpressive tone remained, yet the slightest hint of a smile could be seen upon those crimson lips — of course, the chef's appearance would never be met with malice.

the opposite would always be the case; pure elation with a hint of yearning that spiraled within pools of hazel as they met his own. every single appearance of his would be internalized until they were able to meet again. such a hopeless way of seeing, of yearning, of wanting . . . yet her lips never managed to say such. perhaps a single touch to his & they convey her want; as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, there was a single instance of contemplation yet she drops it. for now.

even as her own arms moved to his, black nails tracing ever so slightly along his exposed wrist — a little chuckle escaping from her throat as eased herself into his embrace. back leaning flush against his chest as she angled her head upwards to properly look up at seth. "how do i deserve this surprise?"

[golden28s]

so this is the beginning of a silly little short story where ian and mickey actually have their date in s5 that idk if im gonna finish writing it but im gonna post it here and let's see if my brain decides that knows words again

He can still feel the warmth of his own blood in his eyebrow, they fought. Ian couldn't feel anything, he hadn't been feeling anything lately so they fought and kissed until he felt everything. Until they ended up here, singing out loud in the street, a night sky above them and Ian feeling like he could conquer the world.

And Mickey loves that and loves Ian so he sings with him even if he's awful, even if it's silly, even if it's too loud. He has said just once that he loves Ian and not to his face only in that one voicemail when he left and Mickey lost his mind and at some point his hysteria, his desperation, his fear made him say it but it died there, in a voicemail. Mickey still hopes Ian knows, he hopes Ian can look at him and just know.

So Ian laughs loud, there are small pieces of grass in his messy ginger hair, blood in his cheek, a wide smile and bright happy eyes that don't want to leave Mickey. And he knows how frustrating it was for Ian to not feel anything at all, how he even attempted to not take his meds, he knows he’s just so euphoric because he felt. Because kissing made him feel, because the alcohol made him feel, because the adrenaline is reminding him that he’s alive even when he was starting to suspect he was probably dead.

He knows this. He can recognize the euphoria, the adrenaline, the temporary happiness but it doesn’t matter, Ian is here and he’s happy and bright, and laughing and looking at him that way. He would never deny him that, never. He would never not be Ian’s partner in crime in whatever thought he had that day, he would never not hold his hand and just follow him. And Ian might know this too.

“Holy shit, I just realized something” says suddenly interrupting Mickey’s train of thought, he’s looking at him with wide, green, surprised eyes like he just discovered something so incredible and he needs to say it immediately.

“What’s that?” his words slightly muffled by his finger cleaning the blood in his lip, looking expectantly at his boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

He has to repress himself from smiling, he’s been calling him that in his head even though he has actually said the word out loud that one time when he went to the clinic with Fiona and they decided prior to that they were a couple but it’s special to him, it’s important. Calling Ian ‘boyfriend’ feels liberating, feels like freedom, feels like being honest, feels like leaving an old, dark, dusty and claustrophobic closet and it feels like growing up, like evolving, like future. Like a plural in the future.

“We’ve never actually been on a real date” gasps

Mickey almost rolls his eyes “Bullshit!” ends up exclaiming and fights a smile again because Ian looks too excited and happy about his recent realization.

“No, I’m serious” Ian insists “like– like a date where you sit down and you go to a nice restaurant, put on a nice shirt, you– like eat with utensils” explains

Mickey’s eyes are still on him, almost making sure that he’s actually serious about this. His eyebrows raised in surprise because yeah, Ian is serious. But he still asks “You wanna do that?” his tone is softer, his smile is not trying to hide anymore.

“Yeah, why not?” replies, his eyes are bright and elated. He looks like he can feel every flicker of emotion in his body, he looks like he forgot how it felt to be alive and now it’s overwhelming and new and he needs to keep feeling, to feel more until it stops.

“But you mean now?”

“Now before I sober up and I get all fucking weird again” a soft, tiny smile caressing his lips and a wide, incredelous one that turns into a chuckle in Mickey’s lips. “C’mon” says, putting his arm around Mickey’s shoulders.

"Can I borrow a fucking shirt then, please?” his hand gesturing the blood stains in his clothes.

“Yeah, you can borrow a shirt” his smile intact while they walk towards the door of Ian’s house.

There’s no one there and they find Ian’s bedroom between giggles and stolen kisses that end up with Mickey against the wall and his smile brushing Ian’s lips.

[mayasdeluca]

310 here we gooooooo

I find it verrrry hard to believe CAPTAIN Maya 📋 Bishop didn't realise B shift had to cook breakfast in the beanery so they couldn't hold the therapy meeting there.... But I guess they did it so b shift could be big meanies to jackie 🙄 boohoo

Jack's having his therapy session rn could NOT care less,,,, soooo over it 💁🤷

Side note I feel like a session with Diane would fix me ✊️

FINALLY MAYA'S turn

Danielle's such a powerhouse in this scene her just blurting out "I think about dying" uh OK let's rewind a bit ⏪️⏪️ this whole scene is so special to me because thid was the first time I heard someone (in media) give words to something I too have struggled (and still struggle) with so it was really kinds an eye opener for me yknow like wow this is a thing that happens

Danielle's eyes when Diane suggests her father may be wrong about "eyes forward" lol good luck getting that inside her stubborn head 😬

Oh everyone BUT maya gets a lil flashback during their therapy sessions WHATS UP WITH THAT BRO 🤨 I don't like it

hello hellooo the scene of marina??? what does it say about me that I realized it was them the very FIRST frame? Handsssss 🫳

Maya's "I was thinking..." she shoots a quick look [blink and you miss it] at carina- to gauge her reaction perhaps maybe to steel her nerves? I feel like this is a big step for Maya and she's feeling vulnerable because what if carina says no? Carina doesn't of course but she's pleasantly surprised by Maya even kinda elated that Maya brought this idea to her and that she felt save enough 'to try' as Maya puts it. Danielle and Stefania give so much in so little time with little gestured and glances,,, blows my mind honestly they play of each other so well im IN AWE everytime theyre on my screen (no emojis I'm so so SO serious about them)

Overall good (enough) episode besides yknow.... too much jack but what else is new

6/10 but only because of the meaningful clouds of Maya and the marina scene in the end, they're basically just throwing Stefania in in the last minutes to throw us (and her) a bone huh 🦴 ..... at least the vacation ep is coming up ☀️🌡

Also I saw that other anon about (re)watching s5b... I haven't decided if I'll watch them yet 👀 lolololol sorry this got kinda long hope you enjoy my rambling PEACE OUT 🤚👅✌️✌️🫶❤️

😂😂😂

A therapy session with Diane would definitely fix me too...she's the best

I wish Maya got more time with her in that episode but their conversation was so good. Danielle is amazing as always <3

And the Marina scene ❤️ the first sign of Maya starting to put Carina before work :')

Haha well good luck to you if you decide to rewatch 5B :P I look forward to these every day, they're very entertaining!

[notwxrriors]

jawff first kiss as they're saying bye/goodnight. and jawn gets inside the house and is like . WAAAHH just kicking his legs twirling his hair type shit

I'm. thibking ab them,,,,

jawn usually carpools w someone to practice, mostly because aws likes the company or otto's out of work the earliest, but typically geoff takes him home if he's not staying over at awsten's. it just made sense logistically, and also geoff lets him smoke in the car as long as a window is cracked

so they ride home together, all the windows down when the weather's nice enough for it, listening to the radio or a CD geoff puts on. jawn brings CDs sometimes too, things he wants geoff to hear, and geoff does the same. it's jawn's favorite time of the day - exhausted from practice, dehydrated as fuck, usually a headache coming on - but despite it all, he's in geoff's little car, the wind ruffling his hair, usually a cigarette between his fingers, singing along to the radio. it's just for them, and jawn loves it

jawn knows now that he has feelings for geoff, and he suspects they're mutual but neither of them say anything about it. geoff pulls up in front of jawn's house and jawn unbuckles, pushing the door open and stubbing his cigarette on the ground. "thanks for the ride" jawn says, brushing his fingers through his hair to try and fix the windswept situation

"yeah, always" geoff answers. he pauses like he's considering something, and then he gets out of the car but leaves it running. "can i walk with you?" he asks, and jawn laughs

"i don't think im gonna get snatched up on this, like, fifteen feet of sidewalk" he says, geoff grinning at him but not answering. jawn finds it a bit unusual but he doesn't care, so they take the short walk to the front door together. jawn wishes he could invite him inside

"hey, um-" geoff says as jawn puts his key in the lock. "i, um, i have a question"

"what's up?" jawn turns to him, feeling his chest tighten with uncertainty. there's a moment of silence that stretches on between them, geoff avoiding eye contact like the plague.

"tonight's been really cool. um. you're really cool" he says, and he Knows its dumb bc it is!! but it's hard to think of words around jawn. "could i kiss you?" he asks. just gets it over with, like ripping a bandaid

theyre closer than jawn had realized. he has to look up at geoff. he's kinda frozen, surprised by the question, but he nods wordlessly. geoff dips his head right as jawn tilts his chin up and their lips meet, so quickly, and geoff gives him a hug right afterwards.

"you really have to go inside?" geoff asks

jawn wants to say no. "yeah" he breathes out. geoff kisses him again, and then steps away, tells him goodnight and he'll see him soon, he'll call, and then he gets in his car.

jawn's hands shake so bad he can barely open the door, finally getting inside and bolting to his bedroom where he proceeds to soundlessly freak the fuck out. like, that type of joy where you're just punching the air and paving around and laughing etc. his face is so red!! geoff kissed him! he kissed him twice!!!

any feelings of being stupid are so overcome by elation, and jawn's sure geoff is being so cool about it in his car (he's not)

[hockeyboysimagines]

Bitter

Chapter 7

Warnings:TW- medical conditions, mentions of death. Language, implications of sex but no actual sex this chapter(Minors DNI).

This one’s kind of sad, be warned. But I hope you enjoy it. Three more chapters till the end! Then I’ll be making it back to Pierre, Tyler, and something new😏😏😏

“What’s wrong?” Mat asked Leighton with a frown.

She was standing, completely still in the doorway of their bedroom, an expression on her face he’d never seen before. And then a single tear slid down her cheek.

“Leighton-“

“I don’t think…” she said voice quavering slightly “I don’t think I can keep calling you my fiancé.”

His heart sank. She had finally had enough and she was leaving him. He’d seen it coming for months, and he couldn’t say he was surprised but his heart started to sink.

“Because.” she continued a fresh set of tears rolling down her cheeks, a smile spreading across her face “I’m going to need to start calling you my baby daddy.” She let out a choked laugh and held up a pregnancy test.

Several emotions ranging from sadness, to confusion to elation spread across his face in a fraction of a second and he stood suddenly.

“Are you pregnant?” He asked softly, eyes wide.

“Im having your baby Mat Barzal!” She squealed as he took two giant steps forward and hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist.

“Are you serious?!”

She held the test up to his eye level as another set of tears rolled down her cheeks “Are you happy?”

“Are you kidding me? I’m so happy. I love you.” He leaned forward to kiss her and then pulled away setting her down.

“I’m gonna be a dad!” He yelled hands on her shoulders. She laughed and looked down at the test, practically glowing as her eyes moved over the two pink lines.

“It’s so early, way too early to tell anyone, I haven’t even seen a doctor yet and -“

“Make an appointment. No matter what I’ll be there.”

He pulled her in for another hug, a warm fuzzy feeling settling inside him as she rested her head on his chest, eyes closed.

This is what dreams were made of.

Her dreams.

************

Beau rolled off Ginny and let out a long breath, wiping sweat from his forehead.

“Jesus Christ.” He huffed out, turning to look at her. She was sweaty and red faced next to him but the early morning light that was coming through the window was hitting her just right, and he was almost positive he could go again at this exact moment.

She rolled over the face him, a lock of her long red hair falling forward over her shoulder.

“Well good morning.” He said with a chuckle, brushing the hair over her shoulder and leaning forward to kiss her.

“I don’t wanna go to work.” She said when they broke apart.

“I wish you didn’t have to go. That would leave so much time for other things…” he trailed off, hands roaming under the sheet and in between her legs. She gasped and held in the breath.

He grinned and then pulled them out.

“Later I’ll make good on that. But your going to be late right now.”

“Ughhhh. Maybe I could call out sick.”

“You never call out sick, that would be too suspicious.”

“I hate it when your right.”

He chuckled and rolled so he was on top of her, lips pressing sweetly against hers “Come over tonight, we can do dinner or something.”

She smiled “Okay. I’ll see you tonight then.”

He watched as she got dressed and slipped her shoes on before giving him a kiss and leaving. He stood at the window, watched her get into her car and drive away before he threw himself back on his bed.

He was falling hard and fast and when he hit the bottom it was going to hurt. He knew this couldn’t go on forever. He couldn’t sneak around with her for the rest of his life and it would have to either come to light eventually or end. He knew Ginny would never tell anyone and he wouldn’t go behind her back and do it so that really only left one logical option.

Eventually this would all have to stop.

He never wanted it to stop. He was having a better time with her than he’d had with anyone and it wasn’t just the sex. She was funny, smart and the kind of girl he’d only ever dreamed of. She challenged him, and she made him laugh and feel good. He got excited when she came over and loved waking up next to her. He had set himself up to fail from the start and now that he realized what was coming he felt terrible.

He sighed and rolled over, breathing in the perfume that lingered on his sheets.

This was going to hurt worse than anything he’d ever been through before.

For both of them.

***********

“Today at 3?” Leighton said confirming the appointment with the nurse “Yes sounds great I’ll be there.” She hung up the phone and pulled up her messages to text Mat when she heard a voice at her door.

“What’s today at 3?”

Ginny was standing in the doorway looking at her curiously, and Leighton panicked. She wanted to tell her so bad but she wanted it to be special.

“Oh uh I have a dentist appointment that I thought was tomorrow and I had the wrong date apparently so I was calling to check.” Leighton was almost surprised at how easily the lie came out of her mouth. She’d never lied to Ginny about anything, but this was different. She wanted to tell her so bad, but she just couldn’t yet.

“Oh. Okay.”

“I texted you this morning asking if you wanted coffee and a ride.” She said, changing the subject. Ginny had gotten her message but she’d forgotten to answer when Beau started kissing her and then she figured it was too late anyways by the time he stopped.

“Oh yeah I forgot to answer my alarm never went off and I was almost late. I figured you were already here by then. Sorry.”

“Oh. Are you okay?” Leighton was looking at her with an unreadable expression. She was definitely acting strange, but Ginny was also acting strange, and there was an uneasy feeling in the air between them. A feeling that had never been there before.

“I’m fine. Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“No reason. Just checking….” Ginny trailed off and then cleared her throat “Okay well. I’m gonna get to work. I’ll come visit later on.”

“Okay.” Leighton smiled “See you.”

“See you.” Ginny held her smile until she was several feet away and let it fall and a long breath out.

“God I totally suck.” She mumbled to herself as she entered her office, dropping her bag with a noise of disgust as she pulled her jacket off.

Lying to Leighton got worse for her every damn day. The already giant elephant was growing bigger by the day and it was crushing her at this point, as the guilt clouded her every minute she was around her.

She sat at her desk and leaned her head in her hands.

She was the worst best friend ever.

But she had only a few moments to wallow, when there was a knock at her office door. She looked up in horror as Ethan stepped in to her office. She hadn’t seen him since she’d ditched him for Beau and she’d been successfully avoiding him for weeks.

“Oh, hey.” She said with a small smile.

“Hey. How are you?” He looked like a puppy standing there, cheery eyed and smiling. It made Ginny sick.

“I’m okay. You?”

“Good good. Been a while?” He phrased it like a question and Ginny nodded.

“Yeah it has been…”

“So listen.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets and drug the toe of his shoe across the floor “I’ve been meaning to ask if you ever got that family emergency taken care of?”

Ginny frowned “What family-oh right.”

Shit.

She’d lied to so many people in the past few months she was beginning to forget who she’d lied to. She’d gotten too comfortable with leading a double life that she’d stopped being paranoid.

“Yeah everything is fine now.” She smiled and pursed her lips, hoping he’d accept it and leave but he didn’t.

“Great. That’s great. So how about we try again? I really wanna take you out since our date got interrupted last time.”

“Oh. Uhm-listen Ethan.” Ginny sighed and glanced at her hands “I have a lot going on these days, with the wedding and all and I just don’t really have time to date right now.”

“It’s okay. I get it. Maybe after the wedding? I’m willing to wait a little.” He smiled again and It stabbed Ginny right through the heart. He was smiling at her like she’d personally hung the moon and stars in the night sky and she wanted absolutely nothing to do with the poor guy. It wasn’t personal, and he really was a nice guy. The kind of guy she should like. But she didn’t, and even if Beau wasn’t around she knew he would never be enough.

“Uh-yeah maybe.”

“Okay great!” He said with a smile “ I’ll talk with you then. Good-luck with everything.”

“Yeah thanks.” She said not even pretending to be sincere as she watched him leave and slunk down in her chair.

She hated her life sometimes.

***********

Kaitlin felt more at peace than she had in a while, knowing her plan would take effect in just a few hours.

It was downright evil, and she felt absolutely no guilt about it. Sure she was angry at Mat but she knew how much Beau had pushed the idea of him and Leighton and she was even angrier at him.

She barely knew Ginny but as far as she was concerned she was just another person who had a hand in ruining her life.

Even if this didn’t stop the wedding, it would drive a wedge in a tight friendship, and that would leave everyone vulnerable.

She smiled again as she clicked away on her keyboard at work, humming a tune to herself.

**********

“There’s your babies heartbeat.” The tech said pointing at the screen. A loud beating sound came from the monitor “Very healthy.”

Leighton beamed at Mat who was staring at the screen open mouthed.

“My guess.” The tech said “Is that your about 10 weeks, so almost out of the first trimester. But we’ll have the doctor double check.”

Mat watched as the tech moved the wand over Leighton’s stomach and then frowned a little. Leighton was too busy watching the monitor to notice, but he did. A sinking feeling came over him as the ultrasound tech finished up and handed Leighton a towel, giving her a small smile before leaving the room.

“Are you happy?” She asked squeezing his hand and smiling. He nodded and smiled back as they left the room and headed for the exam room to wait for the doctor.

Leighton grabbed a bunch of pamphlets on pregnancy to read, just as the doctor entered the room.

“Hello new parents, and congratulations.” She said as she sat down and opened Leighton’s chart eyes moving over the words.

“So you are about ten weeks.” She peered at her over he glasses and then closed the file before she cleared her throat “And things look good, but there is something troubling that showed on your ultrasound.”

Mat braced himself for the worst and watched as Leighton’s smile faded.

“You have a condition…” the doctor began. Mat paid rapt attention but Leighton’s eyes had glasses over and she stared at the wall.

“So what does this mean exactly? Are she And baby okay?” He asked

“Yes. Leighton and the baby are fine, perfectly healthy. It won’t affect anything until delivery. Now as long as everything goes perfectly she’ll be fine.”

Mat swallowed thickly before he spoke “And what if everything doesn’t go perfectly? What are the risks?”

The doctor pursed her lips “She runs the risk of hemorrhage, which can cause complications and death if we can’t get it under control. I know this is scary, but if you decide to terminate I can give you resources. As long as you take care of yourself and we do everything right going forward there’s a good chance it takes care of itself and everything will be fine. Apart from that your healthy, and so is the baby.” The doctor patted her hand and smiled, before leaving the room and directing them to the checkout area.

Leighton was silent as they checked out and headed home. She had her arms folded tightly over her midsection, and she was breathing heavily, holding back tears as they got into the elevator and made their way up to their floor.

“I’m gonna cancel dinner tonight.” He said as the made their way inside. She headed towards the kitchen and opened the fridge, hand shaking as she opened a bottle of water, taking a sip with her eyes closed. She felt nauseous and sad, as tears pricked her eyes and she blinked them away.

“Why?” She spoke for the first time as she turned to him.

“Because I don’t think your up to it. I know the doctor scared you-“

“I’m terrified…but I still want this baby.”

“Leighton I-“

“I want to keep it.” She said firmly, eyes narrowing. She was staring at him intensely, arms folded again.

“Leighton listen to me. We can try again. Your putting your life at risk.” He said gently, taking a step forward, but she backed away from him.

“No you listen to me. I’m keeping it. It’s my body, and I want to go through with this.”

Mat sighed and let his head fall forward “And what if you die? What then? We did all this for nothing?” He gestured around “We went through all of this for nothing? You would do that to me?”

“And what if I’m completely fine? Then we did all this for something!”

“That’s not a good enough reason to risk this! And if your not fine I could lose you. The baby too! That’s not fair to anyone.”

“This whole thing isn’t fair!” She yelled tears spilling over her eyelids.

“Calm down the doctor said-“

“I don’t care! Nothing about this is fair! This baby, my wedding, nothing!”

“The wedding is fine, I will not let anything happen to our wedding.”

“It already has Mat. It already has! She’s ruined it already.” Leighton cried “I’m keeping this baby, and I need you now. Please.” She gripped the front of his shirt “Please.”

He gripped her wrists and gently pulled her closer to try and talk her down, but she pushed him away, tears running down her cheeks as she headed to the bedroom. Mat felt tears burn his own eyes and he leaned forward on the island. He had waited four years for the love of his life to come back to him and now he could lose her forever.

It was terrifying.

He looked at the photo of them hanging on the wall across the kitchen. He closed his eyes, breathing out through his nose. It was an incredibly difficult position to be in. He wanted to be a dad, he really did, but not bad enough that he would risk the life of the only girl he’d ever really loved. But he knew that she wasn’t giving up this baby, and that even though he was scared, it had to be 1,000 times worse for her. So he would do what any man would for the woman he loved.

He walked quietly to the bedroom and opened the door. She was sitting with the pamphlets spread across the bed, eyes red from crying as she looked up at him. He sat down next to her and grasped her hand in his own.

“I love you more than anything Leighton, and I would do anything for you. if you want this baby, then I do too.”

She smiled slowly,breathing out a sigh of relief and then sniffled “Can we do this?”

“We can do anything.”

**********

Knock knock

Beau glanced up and untangled himself from Ginny as he grabbed the cash.

After two rounds of sex, they’d ordered takeout to refuel for another bout of it. He felt exhausted, the girl really was a wildcat, but he also felt something else as he looked at her, half naked in his bed.

He had it bad.

He sighed as he walked to the door, absently shuffling through money.

He had expected a food delivery but was horrified to find Mat and Leighton standing on the other side. They both frowned at him while he frowned back, and a cold shiver of dread went down his spine. He had no idea what they were doing here at his door while he was wearing only a pair of boxers post sex with Leighton best friend, who was still inside.

“What are you guys doing here?” He asked still looking confused. He made a step forward hoping the make them move so he could shut the door behind him.

“What do you mean? Dinner remember?”

When he looked at them blankly Mat pulled out his phone and held up the message.

“That’s not from me-“

“Is that the food?” He heard from inside his apartment. He closed his eyes as Leighton frowned at the voice, eyebrows coming together. Ginny turned the corner wearing only a T-shirt that just barely covered the bottom of her underwear. She froze and she and Leighton stared at eachother for a few moments. He braced himself and waited for an explosion.

“What the hell is this?” Leighton asked looking between them. She didn’t look surprised anymore but rather angry. Mat however didn’t look as shocked as he thought he would be.

“Leighton I-“ Ginny began to speak but then stopped.

“Can we bring this inside?” Beau asked ushering them through the front door “Let us get dressed and we’ll talk okay?”

He pushed Ginny towards his bedroom. Her heart was pounding so loud he could hear it and as soon as the door closed she turned to him. She looked panic stricken.

“What are they doing here?” She whispered looking for her jeans. Her hands were shaking as he pulled a shirt over his head and grabbed gym shorts.

“I have no idea. Mat said I texted him but I didn’t.”

Ginny drew in a deep breath and stared at the door like she would be walking into a war on the other side.

“Hey.” He grasped her hand and squeezed “We’re in this together.” She pulled her hand from his and slipped on her pants and followed him out to the kitchen to find Mat and Leighton both looking at them disappointed, and angry.

“Well the cats out of the bag I guess.” Beau said hands on his hips. He had hoped it would lighten the mood, but the look on Leighton’s face clearly told him it didn’t.

“This isn’t funny.” Leighton said arms crossed. She was staring a hole through Ginny who was looking at her feet “You’ve been lying to us? To me?” She said softly. She looked mad mostly, but she looked hurt too “I thought we didn’t keep secrets from each other?”

Mat was sitting at the island between them eyes moving back and forth, chin resting on his hands.

“We didn’t want to upset you.” Beau said glancing at Ginny. She was still looking at her feet, with an expression somewhere between guilt and ashamed.

“Well I’m upset!” She snapped making them all jump. Mat looked at her concerned and rested an hand on her arm.

“It just happened. It didn’t mean anything when it started okay.”

Ginny felt a tiny pang one her heart as the words left his mouth. She’d always thought deep down maybe it didn’t mean anything but to hear him say it out loud confirmed her fears. She was catching feelings for someone who felt nothing for her, and her worst nightmare had come to fruition. If Mat and Leighton hadn’t been there she probably would have cried but she held it in because they had an audience.

“How long?” Leighton had her arms folded, eyes narrowed as she looked between them.

He couldn’t look at her, or Mat so he looked at his hands“ 2 months.”

Mat turned surprised, and spoke for the first time.” So that night we sent-“

“Yeah. That was the first time.”

“This has been going on for 2 months and neither of you felt the need to say anything about it to us?! Instead you lied and acted like you still hated each other instead ?” Leighton’s cheeks were red and her eyes were wide as she looked between them.

Mat put a hand on her shoulder “Leighton you can’t get like this. Remember what the doctor said.” He said it quietly enough that he figured they wouldn’t hear but Ginny did.

“What doctor?”

“Never mind-“

“Oh no no. Your yelling at me about keeping secrets and your not going to tell me? Hypocritical no?”

“Ginny-“ Mat said but Leighton cut him off.

“I’m pregnant.”

The air in the room froze and Ginny’s face went blank “What?”

“I found out yesterday and today I-“ but she stopped and cleared her throat “And I’m 10 weeks.”

“Your really pregnant?” Ginny asked again, tears coming to her eyes. She wanted nothing more than to run and hug her but she stayed in her spot. It broke her heart to see the look on Leighton’s face when Ginny didn’t come to her, but she couldn’t move. It was too much at one time and it was tearing her in too many directions.

“I’m more concerned with this text message.” Mat said, swiftly changing the subject and turning to Beau “Why would you tell us to come over if this was going on?”

“What text message?” Beau said holding up his hands “I never sent you any messages-“ but stopped when Mat held up the phone so he could read it.

“I didn’t send you that message.” Beau said frowning “That’s not even my number, you know that.”

“But that doesn’t make sense…. If you didn’t send me this message then who-“ but he stopped mid word and closed his eyes “Kaitlin.”

Ginny had said something was off about her when they’d confronted her at the bar, and now he knew what it was. She must have found out about them somehow and set the whole thing up. It was the only thing that made sense.

“You were right.” He said softly to Ginny.

“I told you.” She replied “I told you and you said it would be fine.”

“What do you mean?” Leighton asked. Her face felt like fire, but her body felt cold and sweaty.

“Kaitlin was at the bar a few weeks ago. We got rid of her quietly, but I said something was weird about her behavior. She was acting too cool, and now we know why.”

“Sorry man.” Mat said staring at his feet “I don’t know what to say.” He sighed and ruffled his hair “She’s not going to stop.”

Leighton felt a wave of nausea and she went pale.

Kaitlin was single-handedly ruining her life. She messed with her wedding, she’d harassed and stalked her, broken her car windows and now she was driving a wedge in a 16 year friendship.

She swallowed and leaned against the counter. Mat turned and frowned at her before he turned back to Beau and Ginny.

“Leighton.” Ginny said “Are you okay?”

“I’m-Im fine.” A thin sheen of sweat had appeared on her face.

“You need water.” Beau pulled a bottle from the fridge, opening it and holding it out to her.

“I think we should save this for another day.” Mat said “She needs to go home and lay down.”

“Okay. We really are sorry.” Ginny said softly eyes moving back to her feet.

Mat steered Leighton to the door and shook his head “No more lies. Please?” They watched as they left before Beau spoke.

“Well that went okay right?” He asked turning to Ginny now that they were alone. But he stopped speaking when he saw the look on her face.

“Okay? Okay? No it wasn’t fucking okay. It felt just as bad as I imagined it would. Did you see Leighton’s face? I hurt her. I lied to her.” She said voice cracking.

“Ginny-“ he reached for her, but she recoiled like he was a snake that had bitten her.

“Don’t touch me.”

“What’s your problem? This isn’t my fault.”

“No. It’s mine. I never should have gotten involved with this. It was a mistake from the start.”

Though it shouldn’t have, her words stung. Like a tiny knife that had quickly jabbed him, leaving a small amount of blood leaking out. Just enough to harm, but not enough to kill.

“You don’t mean that.” He said quietly. He had been hopeful that even though it was admittedly the worst way for them to find out, that maybe it meant there didn’t have to be any more sneaking around. Maybe they could now take the next step.

“I do. Where else was this going, I mean really? We’re we gonna live happily ever after? Continue fucking forever and never tell? You and I both know this is nothing but a hookup.”

“I don’t feel that way. Do you?”

She was quiet a moment before she swallowed and said “Yes.”

He was stunned a moment before he regained his composure “I-I guess I thought maybe you were different but I see you Ginny. I see you.”

“Oh yeah? And I see you. It was something that just happened? Like I was there for your convenience?”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Maybe you didn’t mean it but you said it.” Ginny pushed past him and started collecting her things.

“Look can we talk about this?”

“No.” She said sharply, throwing her makeup and shampoo in her purse “We can’t. Whatever this is, it’s over. It’s been over. Go find another plaything.”

“Hey. I never said that and I don’t feel that way.”

“I don’t care Beau!” She said loudly, cheeks turning red “I’ve been lying to my best friend? Did you see her? She’s never looked at me that way. And now, she’s pregnant and this is how I support her? But stressing her out more?”

“Ginny. It’s not like you did this. Kaitlin did.”

“Because we provoked her Beau. We did this. And I won’t do it anymore.”

“Fine then leave. If that’s the way you want things to be.”

“Fine. Your free now to fuck around with whoever you want.”

He scoffed “I’ve always been free to do that, you weren’t my girlfriend.”

Ginny stopped and her eyes narrowed “No I wasn’t. Just a girl you take home and fuck remember?”

“If that’s the category you want to be in, then congratulations your in it.”

Ginny flinched and then recovered “Great. Thanks for being like every other guy out there and wasting my time. Lose my number and don’t talk to me ever again.”

“Done.”

She glared at him and headed towards the front door. He thought briefly about grabbing her and stopping her, but his pride kept him in place. She glanced at him one last time before she grabbed the handle and left, slamming the door behind her.

************

Leighton was quiet the entire way home. Mat felt so bad about Kaitlin he too didn’t say anything, and wouldn’t have even if he could. This was the kind of thing he had been afraid of, and although it wouldn’t derail the wedding, it definitely put a rift in a 16 year friendship, and none of this was fair to Leighton. Or anyone really.

For the second time today, they entered the apartment without speaking. He watched as Leighton walked slowly forward and pulled off her jacket. Sweat had dampened the back of her shirt and her skin looked flushed.

“Are you alright? I think you should lay down.” He said gently, taking her coat and throwing it over a chair.

“I don’t want to lay down.”

“It’s not about what you want, it’s about what you need and you need to lay down.”

When she didn’t respond he spoke again “Do you want to talk about it?”

She turned to him before she spoke “I can’t believe they lied- I can’t-“ But her words stopped and her face turned pale “I can’t-“

“Leighton are you-“ Mat watched in horror as she swayed on her feet and started to tip to the side, eyes rolling back.

He caught her as she fell, head lolling just before it hit the ground.

“Leighton wake up!” He yelled giving her a shake “LEIGHTON!”

[prettyboykatsuki]

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comforting sleep deprived s/o | bnha

➳ incld  ;; bakugo and kirishima 

➳ warnings ;; none, just fluff, pro-hero!au 

➳ wc ;; 1.8k overall. 

➳ a/n ;; i haven’t slept properly in days. running on empty so this is how im coping. i love them. 

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i. bakugo katsuki 

- doesn’t like napping cause he insists on keeping his sleep schedule tight. not that you can really get mad at him over that - hero work is busy and he doesn’t like being tired cause it makes him more aggravated than usual. 

- so he avoids naps almost at all costs and rarely gets tired. his sleep schedule is really, really good. 

- not so much the same for you though. 

- bakugo accepted pretty early on that you were something of a night-owl. bad sleep anxiety and just generally having too much energy at night made it so that he rarely ever saw you go to bed. you were at least lagging a few hours behind him like. at all times. 

- he didn’t really mind at first, but at some point he realized just how little sleep you actually got. one time he woke up at 7am, surprised to see you also awake - only to find out you hadn’t slept the entire night. 

- he was pissed. after almost blowing up your kitchen, he sighed and basically told you that if you need helping sleeping to just “fucking ask him” or else. 

- needless to say, it didn’t get that much better. you two compromised by setting a time that you had to be in bed by, even if you weren’t asleep. whenever bakugo has time, he’s always trying to get you to rest but sometimes his schedule doesn’t really allow him to check up on you how he likes. 

- he’s coming home from a long mission. not super tired but just tedious work. he just wanted to relax. it was late, 3:37am on the clock when he finally walks in. 

- to his surprise - there’s a light on in the kitchen. when he walks in, very confused, he sees you sliding cookies off of a sheetpan into a little plastic tupperware. he stops. he stares. 

- why the hell were you baking at three in the fucking morning 

- “what the fuck are you doing awake?”

- you jump back with a hand over your chest, barely catching your breath. you blink a few times before sighing. 

- “baking. i didn’t think you’d be home so soon” 

- he hears it before he sees it. your voice is absolutely tattered - he can literally hear how exhausted you are. he pumps the breaks, walking towards you swiftly before staring down at you hard. 

- “when was the last time you slept,” 

- you press your lips into a tight smile, and he sees the dark purple under your eyes. he feel his heart hurt a little. his hands come up to your face as he brushes his thumb every so slightly against your lashes. 

- “it’s uh.. hard to sleep without you. more than usual, you know” 

- “Y/N” 

- “i don’t know. maybe two or three days ago properly? i mean i got some sleep in between but -,” 

- he stops you before you can start. he shuts the cookie container and leaves the tray in the sink before grabbing your hand a little forcefully and tugs you to the bathroom - lifting you up onto the counter. you know to stay put. 

- when he comes back it’s with a fresh change of clothes for the both of you. you blink at him owlishly as he strips himself off of his clothes - grateful he took time to shower at the agency. 

- he takes his shirt off and then takes yours off too, before pulling you right towards him. your arms instantly are around his neck, the warmth of his body pressed against your figure with his chin tucked over your shoulder. 

- and god - he’s so comforting you kind of want to cry. he smells like clean soap and deodorant and a little like smoke. feeling his skin against yours makes you feel instant relief. just hugging in the bathroom has you falling half asleep. you were just so tired. 

- when he pulls back, his whole face looks so damn worried it makes you want to cry. you put your own hands on his face and cheek, brushing your thumb on his cheek bone as he rests his forehead on yours. 

- “dumbasss. i can leave something with you if it’s that bad - fuck, you could’ve called me, you know?” 

- and you sigh and smile and kiss him a bit before pulling away again. man, you’re tired. you’re so, so tired. 

- “yeah.. i know,” 

- he helps you get undressed and freshened up, even rubs your facewash into your skin and rubs all your skincare in before hauling you off the bed. he turns the lights dim and just holds you, rubbing circles into your back as he holds you right to his chest. 

- “go to fucking sleep,” “love you katsuki” “..love you too” 

- he doesn’t sleep until you do, and wakes up the next morning to call in sick for you while you sleep against his chest. he should probably wake up but.. sleeping a bit longer won’t kill him. 

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ii. kirishima eijirou 

- kirishima likes to wake up pretty early so he can workout and do his cardio at the start of his day and his weightlifting later on. sleeping well is important to him cause his workout routine is super unforgiving if he’s not resting properly on rest days and the like. building muscles absolutely requires sleep! 

- that being said - he doesn’t mind not sleeping early if he has something to do. drinking especially normally keeps him up on weekends. overall, it was good but he doesn’t limit himself. 

- overall, it’s not something he paid a ton of attention too. life is all about balance so kiri goes with the flow. his rule of thumb is trying to get at least 8 hours a night tho. 

- but because kirishima is so go with the flow - it took him a long time to figure out that you were a night owl and something of an insomniac. he assumed that when he wished you goodnight everday, you fell asleep around the same time as him. 

- but one drunken even, he finds himself stumbling to your apartment. knocking on your and barely standing upright - he immediately is planning on apologizing for disturbing your sleep. 

- but then you.. open the door and you’re literally wide awake. you look tired but you’re clearly not sleepy. kirishima, once gain, blasted - pushes the thoughts to the back of his mind and grins toothily. he’s just excited to see you at that point and forgets about the whole ordeal until a few weeks later. 

- he ends up texting you about it a couple weeks later, assuming it’d be a once off thing that you’d explain to him. 

- ... is upset and shocked to learn that you rarely, if ever fall asleep before two am like on a good day. poor man is in shock for the rest of the day and proceeds to ask you about why you have a hard time to sleeping to try and see what he can do. 

- he wants to help but you just keep brushing it off and it honestly made him so upset he didn’t know what to do with himself. he couldn’t sleep a wink that night because the whole thing is bothering him so damn much. 

- what really sets him off is when he finally has a chance to see you after a few weeks. you were busy with uni and didn’t really have a ton of time to see him so the two of you couldn’t see each other properly for a few weeks. 

- he’s elated to see you. he’s missed his baby so much and he’s pulling all the stops out when he’s getting dressed. jeans cuffed, his best cologne, fresh shaved, brand new sneakers. he really wants to impress. 

- he’s wrapping you up into the tightest hug when he see’s you. your dressed comfortably but he still thinks you look so beautiful and he’s complimenting you, giving you kisses and overall just doting on you. he wraps your hand in his yours and just talks. 

- in fact, he’s so excited to see you, he doesn’t notice how..deflated you are. not at first anyways. 

- but as the date goes on, it becomes more and more obvious you don’t share his enthusiasm in the same way. 

- sure, he’s talkative but you haven’t said a word about how your week has been. all of his jokes have been met with mere huffs and forced chuckles and your eyes seem really distant. 

- it hits him all at once at the end of your date when you just seem so... out of it. he’s about to take you somewhere else but you stopped listening a while ago. kirishima stops dead in his tracks and holds your hand nervously, calling you a few times to get your attention. 

- “Y/N.. are you mad at me? is something wrong?” 

- your eyes go wide, flailing your hands to reassure him. you knew you were acting strange but to see kirishima this upset makes you feel awful. 

- “oh kiri - god no, it’s not you. sorry for being so.. distant - it’s not you,” 

- “well then.. what’s wrong?” 

- kirishima feels his heart get pierced when he sees you laugh. you look... so exhausted. your eyes are so heavy and the makeup on your skin is only barely concealing your dark circles. why did it take him so long to notice? 

- before he can even reply, he remembers that little tidbit about your sleep schedule. his heart so genuinely aches. 

- “Y/N.. when was the last time you got any proper sleep?” 

- you flinch, visibly at the question. with an awkward laugh you inform him that it had been at least a week since you’ve had the time to actually sleep. 

- “why didn’t you sleep today? on your day off?” 

- “i uhm.. wanted to see you. i know you had a date planned and i was excited to see you. sorry for.. ruining your plans” 

- he’s devastated by how cute you are. hugs you so damn tight. 

- “baby, you can see me whenever. im happy being with you even if all we’re doing is napping together” 

- when you mumble a soft “oh” in his chest, he can’t help but melt into a sigh. before you can protest, he’s dragging you back to his car and driving you home ignores your protests and buckles you, covering you with his jacket before kissing the crown of your head and telling you to sleep on the way back to his place. 

- he watches you like a hawk the whole time until he arrives at his place. he wakes you up and carries you on his back until he gets inside. all he does is kick his shoes off before pulling the full weight of you down on his body, kissing your whole face. 

- “sleep well baby. ill wake you up in a few” 

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[crimsonophelia]

Could I get a fluffy and maybe flirty Childe imagine set during his story quest? Instead of the Traveler and Paimon accompanying him, the reader (who works at the Northland Bank as one of Childe’s subordinates) gets slapped with the duty of babysitting Teucer and covering for Childe and his façade as a toy seller in Liyue.

"I must say that your brother is quite cute, sir."

"...I guess it must run in the family."

"Hm? Did you say something, comrade?"

"Oh. Um. Nothing, sir."

Of course, being the perceptive man he is, Childe heard all of what they said. What he ends up doing or saying to the reader? Seeing the magic you’ve worked when anon previously gave you the liberty of it, I leave it entirely up to you. :)

featuring: childe x gn!reader

warnings: a teeny bit suggestive at the end

published: april 27 2021

form: imagine

a/n: i’m gonna be real with you, i was stuck on ar35 for the longest time because i was too cowardly to level up my world so i finally did it today and i jumped from 35 to 41 T_T and now my enemies are stupidly strong. but anyways i just started the childe quest today so im just gonna stick to the part when they’re still in liyue and there’s no fighting wwww

“teucer, i swear to celestia-” you muttered under your breath, as the little redhead slipped from your grasp yet again, running ahead to go look at some kite vendors. “come back here, kid! otherwise you’re gonna be in a heck of a lot of trouble!” 

earlier in the day, you were out running errands for the bank, under tartaglia’s orders, when you had come across rumors of a ruin guard running amok. figuring you would use your spare time and save some local liyue citizens the trouble of having to deal with the feral robot, you defeated the machine with efficient ease. however, in the vicinity, you discovered a lone child showing great excitement at a deactivated ruin guard, jumping and leaping while calling it “mr. cyclops” with a strange elation. 

you figured the boy was snezhnayan, what with his features and clothing reminiscent of the cold climate of your homeland. but why in the world was he out by a ruin hunter all alone? he kept mentioning his brother, a toy seller in liyue, but you could think of absolutely nobody that fit that description. 

so, out of the goodness of your own heart, you decided to take the little boy-- teucer, he called himself--back to liyue harbor with you, and see if you could find this older brother of his. 

however, once you arrived back in the city, your plans were quickly derailed as the little brat seemed to have the attention span of a fruit fly, and was constantly trying to weasel his way into some other dangerous situation without you knowing. 

“god dammit teucer”, you huffed, trying to keep up with the child. who let children have so much energy? your age must finally be catching up to you, you thought. “how about we go back to northland bank? you might like it there” you thought taking him back to your headquarters would stall the boy for enough time for you to find someone who might know the whereabouts of teucer’s brother. there weren’t too many snezhnayans in liyue--whoever his brother is, he can’t be far.

the little boy looked up at you with his big, blue puppy eyes, but you knew his act by now. “no buts, kid. if you’re lucky, we’ll be able to track down you’re brother there.” he sighed, relenting to your orders and following you back to northland bank.

the two of you climbed up the stairwell leading to the entrance of the bank on the second floor, teucer clearly dejected and pouting like a baby. exhausted, you pushed open the doors that you were so familiar with, and ushered the child inside.

much to your surprise, you see tartaglia talking with ekaterina in the lobby. it had been quite a while since you had seen your superior in person, and the surprise certainly was not unwelcome. sometimes you couldn’t stand the man’s smug attitude, yet there was something in his rogueish charisma that you simple couldnt deny attracted you to him.

teucer also seemed to be excited by this sighting of the red-headed harbinger, the little boy’s eyes lighting up with unbridled excitement.

“brother!”

wait. was tartaglia the older brother teucer had been talking about all along?

childe turned around, distracted by teucer’s voice, and upon seeing the little boy, his eyes lit up—first with surprise, then with confusion.

“teucer? what the heck are you doing here in liyue?”

he left the fatui agent with a befuddled look upon her face, and ran towards the child. teucer jumped up into his brother’s broad arms, and they grasped each other in a tight hug, like they had not seen each other for at least an eternity.

ruffling teucer’s hair, tartaglia softened, with an expression unlike anything you had really seen him wear before. he really must care about his family, you thought to yourself.

“so you’re the older brother this little tyke has been talking nonstop about”, you teased tartaglia, elbowing him in his side. “you know, he’s thrown me for a loop this entire day. i didnt think babysitting was part of the job requirement.”

the red-head chuckled abashedly, scratching his head. “sorry about that, [y/n]. the little guy can’t seem to bear being away from his favorite big brother.”

teucer laughed. he truly looked so happy to be with tartaglia again, which made you wonder what the harbinger was like when not on the job. you had known him to be a ruthless war machine, a hedonistic killer who thrived off of the rush battle and bloodshed gave him. childe could take down a dozen men, twice his size, in a matter of minutes, hardly breaking a sweat. yet seeing him interact with teucer, almost a little mini-sized version of himself, his gentleness and care surprised you. perhaps there was more to the man than you had initially thought.

teucer finally detaching himself from tartaglia, looked up at his brother with those same puppy eyes, now full of admiration. “are you here to sell toys to the liyue children, too?”, the child asked. toys? what toys could he possibly be referring to? you and ekaterina, both, looked at childe with confusion.

tartaglia stuttered for a moment. “oh! uhh— yes! yes i am! i was just talking with the nice lady, ms. ekaterina, on how many toys we can sell to all the children in liyue!” he responded, hardly missing a beat. did teucer not know what childe’s actual occupation was?

“wow! my brother really is the coolest person ever!” teucer leaped up and down, hanging onto tartaglia’s pantlegs. looking at this young, untainted innocence, you begun to understand why childe might try and shield the child from the truth.

childe detached the excitable child from his clothing, and beckoned ekaterina over. “ms. ekaterina, would you do me the grand favor of watching teucer for the rest of the day? i’d hate to burden our friend [y/n] after they have already brought him to liyue from celestia-knows-where.” he turns to teucer, telling him “big brother ajax is going to sell many, many toys now! so you need to behave yourself when i’m gone, okay? miss ekaterina will be watching you, and she’s very nice.” he pinches his brother’s cheek, teasing him lightly, and ushering him away with the fatui agent.

it’s now just you and tartaglia in the bank, as the sun was setting and all the other employees had gone home for the day. you heaved a sigh of relief, glad to be rid of baby-sitting duty, after having to deal with teucer’s antics for several hours now.

“i’m really sorry about all of that. i had no idea he would be coming, as a stowaway, no less.” the man looked at you with genuine gratitude. “i don’t want to imagine what might’ve happened to the little brat if you hadn’t been there.”

you chuckled, not quite used to seeing such sincerity coming from the harbinger. most of the time, you had been accustomed to his charismatic facade that he puts on when he becomes childe, the eleventh and one of the most dangerous members of the fatui harbingers.

“don’t worry, it really was no problem. your brother is certainly a handful, but undeniably adorable”, you said, mindlessly gathering your belongings again as you prepared to head out again. “he takes after his older brother quite a bit, i must say.”

“come again?” childe looked behind him, eyebrow cocked.

“oh— nothing. i didnt say anything”, you muttered. shit. you really need to get better at keeping your mouth shut. you refused to be known as the insolent fool with the puppy-love crush on the goddamn eleventh fatui harbinger.

“oh? that didnt really sound like nothing, my dear [y/n].” he smirked. whenever he called you “my dear”, you knew you were in for major teasing. he was definitely having fun with this. he strode towards you innocently, with that usual swagger of his, that tinted everything he did. his walk, his talk, his appearance all oozed confidence, and it was utterly intoxicating.

tartaglia now looked at you with a glint in his eye, the same look he gave enemies before he was about to utterly obliterate them. it was frightening, yet terribly alluring, and you despised how much you fell for it.

suddenly, you felt your back hit the cold, marble wall. you hadn’t even realized that tartaglia had cornered you against a gold pillar, his mere presence forcing you to unconsciously move away from him as he approached you, calculatedly. a lump growing in your throat, you couldn’t bring yourself to even utter a single word in defense, only feeling your cheeks grow hotter and your legs grow weaker.

tartaglia leaned his arm against the pillar, dangerously close to your head, effectively propping himself up with only you between him. you were far too aware of the space—or rather, the lack thereof—separating the two of you, the man’s hot breath audible in the dead, echoing silence of the golden bank.

tartaglia smirked, bringing his face close to yours. “you flatter me greatly, [y/n].” smirking, his breath grazed against your neck, his stare burning into your flesh. the way your name sounded on his lips made your breath hitched in your throat. too hot, you felt way too hot. it was impossible for a hydro user to make you feel such unbearable heat.

“seems as if your clever words aren’t of any use to you now, hmm?” you could feel the mans lips brushing against your jaw, each touch against you leaving a stinging trail. he brought his free hand to caress your own, fingers clasping yours as if you were made of a delicate porcelain, the finest kind liyue had to offer. slowly, as if dragging out each second as long as he could, tartaglia brought your hand to his lips, and planted a long, slow kiss to the back of your palm.

your eyes widened at the sheer eroticism with which he kissed your hand—an act commonly of etiquette somehow being much more lustful, even debauched when tartaglia did it. all you could feel was where his lips met your hand, the phantom burn it left, the slight string of saliva connecting his lips to your hand as he left it, the dark gaze in his eyes as he looked back up at you, clearly aware of how vulnerable you were in his grasp.

“thank you again, my dear. i hope we can continue to work together in the future.”

a/n: jesus christ this got really horny at the end LMFAO anyways i hope you like it! its kinda long but wtv

[yyuuna]

perfect

—in which todoroki takes his sick s/o somewhere

pairing: s. todoroki x reader

genre: fluff

disclaimer: lowercase intended

a/n: sorry if im posting old oneshot drafts,, im sick and i cant rly focus on writing n stuff but i do have an idea for a new headcanon so hopefully next post will be that

Love...

It has so many context; so many stories told, so many beliefs spread, so many talk about it.

But only a few found it.

[I found a love for me.]

The sound of the knocking interrupted [name]'s thoughts. Her heartbeat arose when a dual-haired man entered her sight.

"Hey." he said, ambling down the narrow space towards her. Her smile graced the dull atmosphere in the room, even managing to slightly uplift the corner of his lips.

"Hey...Did you guys have fun tonight?" [name] asked.

"Yeah. Uraraka also wanted to know how are you. I said you're okay...Are you feeling well?" A soft hand—specifically his left side—settled atop her own as he sits down on the bed beside her, making the cushion on that spot dip from his presence.

"Yup," she confirmed. "Just a headache. But I'm fine, really."

"Are you sure? I can get us soba right now if you want."

"It's okay, I'm already full anyway."

They went utterly still while exchanging gazes; it was the type of silence that was purely comfortable. Both didn't doubt that they'd hear a feather fall. Shouto and [name] were simply enjoying each other's company.

[Oh darling, just dive right in and follow my lead.]

Frankly, it was broken the moment she felt a faint tug on her delicate hand.

"[name], I want to go somewhere with you tonight." She just stared at him, barely noticing how long she peered at him with her brows furrowed.

"Eh?" Normally, people don't take their significant other to a date at two in the morning right after announcing that their head aches.

"Sorry. Do you want me to rest with you here instead?"

"No no no, I was just surprised." A hearty chuckle came out of her. "You're usually already sleepy at this time, but it seems important so I'll come."

[Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet.]

Shouto took ahold of her wrists, gently helping her to get on her feet. Fragile and frail; her body wobbled for a bit. What was left of her cumulated strength gave her the balance she needed, however.

Letting her beauty captivate him once again, he internally praised his lover. Perhaps it was the red string of fate that weaved both of them together. Although he wasn't so sure about that. Something tells him that even if they're not destined together, he would've still been drawn to [name].

[Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.]

White, loose dress covered her figure. Once she was fully upright, Shouto carefully pulled the tubes that covered her arms. His hand reached the paper bag that contained a change of clothes and a pair of shoes, and handed it to her. She gratefully accepted after saying a short thanks.

Well, back then, she used to daydream of the person who she'll shower with all her affection. Whispers of imagination satisfying her fantasies. It was her only desire after finding out how many years she has left to live.

Nine years have passed and never did [name] expect that she'd finally find him; pain from waiting suddenly vanished from her. Maybe even the very little chance of researchers developing a cure slipped out of her mind too.

['Cause we were just kids when we fell in love.]

The day she entered U.A. was memorable, of course. Since that's the start of their journey. A quest that they knew would end too soon, but accepted nonetheless.

[Not knowing what it was. I will not give you up this time.]

They stride down the hallways to the exit, not letting the chattering disturb their own peaceful minds. And after they arrived at their destination, [name] stepped out of the car.

Oaks laid below her feet, their hue complimenting the pavement. Grass dangled in one direction as well as her [h/c] tresses.

Splendor sky had stars scattered all over it, leaning down to the grounds of the earth. The glistening of her eyes forestalled his anticipation. As she stared up above, the vague scent of fire entered aloft her nostrils. At the corner of her eyes, she could see the crackling of the flames.

The heterochromatic eyed lad glanced at the spaces between her fingers and interlocked his hand with hers, guiding her further into the garden.

"It's so pretty here, Shouto."

"I know." Though his eyes never left her. It annoyed him a little because it wasn't him who she was staring at. Eventually, his ego got the best of him as his fingers tilted her chin to face him.

Closer and closer...

Those frail lips of hers that lacks warmth brushed his own. He would've noticed the frigidity instantly if it wasn't for the heated flush that seeped onto his cheeks.

[But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own.]

Unblinking eyes met as they slowly pulled apart. The after effects invited them to do it once again, but it was declined when he circled his arms around her petite waist, while she contrarily wrapped both arms around his shoulder—leaving them embracing one another close by, afraid of letting go. Moving their feet sedately in chorus, silently wishing that one can live an eternity.

[And in your eyes, you're holding mine. Baby, I'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms.]

Fingers splayed on his back. [name]'s humming causing a gentle vibration to form where they connect. He soaked in the soft melodies, savoring each note, for they seem to speak to him too.

[Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song.]

A full minute passes before she shuffled away from him.

"Sorry, I don't exactly look presentable right now."

[When you said you looked a mess,]

For a moment, she thought Shouto disregarded it, not until he murmured something.

[I whispered underneath my breath.]

Everything about [name] seems to elate. And that realization of what good relishing the years she has left brings hit her.

[But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight.]

tags; @mayukhii @innersooya

[seita]

uhm,,if u don't mind, can you also do the headcanon thing where the reader likes to hold hands, for monoma, shindou, and tamaki—? thanks!! keep ur work up i love ur writing!! 💕💕

on god i’ve never even read a monoma fic before so i HAVE NO CLUE HOW TO WRITE HIM. i also barely pay him any attention in the anime so i apologize if i have trouble characterizing him.....since tamaki is one of my fav characters im sorry his is so much longer but i have a bad case of bias,,,,whoops

i do not know why these particular headcanons r my most popular oneskflakfs what happened

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— neito monoma.

∴ everyone thought it was weird how you could stand to be around monoma so much. ∴ most everyone found him insufferable and extremely punchable. ∴ but not you. ∴ no, whenever he would give a sarcastic retort or make a joke at someones expense, you found yourself laughing. ∴ you just thought he was so charming. ∴ no one really dared to say anything about it, though. ∴ since you were widely liked by your classmates. ∴ you were sweet and affectionate. ∴ which posed only more questions of how monoma of all people managed to catch you attention. ∴ he certainly had no complaints though. ∴ no, he relished in the attention you showered him in. ∴ one thing he adored the most, however, was the physical affection you handed out like free candy. ∴ the first time you ever reached out and held monoma’s hand, he swore his heart stopped. ∴ his cheeks didn’t stop burning for the rest of the day. ∴ and every time he thought back to that first time, he would have the same reaction. ∴ you were elated when he didn’t shrug you off. ∴ instead, he squeezed your hand back and grinned at you. ∴ “you know,” he sighed one day, swinging your hand back and forth as the two of you walked down the hallway. ∴ “everyone thinks we’re dating now,” he said. ∴ “oh?” ∴ “yeah so,” he pulled you closer to him, “how about we show them how true that is?”

— yo shindo.

∴ shindo was a hard case to crack. ∴ on the outside, he held a goody-two-shoes aura of kindness and happiness ∴ but on the inside, he was cold, calculating, and manipulative. ∴ part of you was scared when you learned of that side of him ∴ but once you got paired with him on a project and ended up seeing a part of him even deeper than that ∴ you realized he wasn’t as bad as he seemed ∴ in fact, he could be quite kind and funny if he really wanted to be ∴ most times, he didn’t ∴ but still ∴ a friendship bloomed between the two of you -- though, friendship bloomed easily with you for anyone. ∴ that was just who you are ∴ shindo was surprised when you formed an attachment to him. ∴ after all, he was the last person he expected you to actually enjoy spending time with. ∴ he wasn’t the only one, either. ∴ plenty of people were surprised. ∴ you tended to keep the physical affection to a minimum simply because you assumed he wasn’t they type to be a fan of it ∴ until one day when he caught you wrapping your arms around a classmate’s and laughing happily as you did it. ∴ jealousy brewed in shindo’s heart and he didn’t hesitate to confront you on it ∴ “so, why don’t you ever hold onto me like that?” he asked, shameless and concise. ∴ you were surprised to be found in that position. ∴ but still, you grinned and reached out to take his hand in yours. ∴ “fine,” you giggled, “then you’ll be the only one i hold hands with, how’s that?” ∴ he grinned, “sounds perfect.”

— tamaki amajiki.

∴ this little buttercup, oh lord ∴ you were in his class and when i say he had heart eyes for you i mean everyone and their mother knew it because he is not good at being subtle ∴ in times when he was able to casually talk to others in your class, his face would burn red and he would stutter and tremble whenever it came to you. ∴ of course, you being the oblivious lil babie u were ∴ u had no idea. ∴ tbh u almost thought he disliked you with the way he avoided you. ∴ it took nejire clearing the air that tamaki did not, in fact, dislike you that you settled down and let that notion go. ∴ it took mirio corner tamaki and pressuring him into just talking to you for the two of you to get past the “classmates” stage and enter into “friendship”. ∴ tamaki was well aware of your physical affection. ∴ he watched you hold hands and hug everyone that would let you. ∴ one time he watched your hug mirio, the large boy twirling you around with a laugh ∴ and boy was he pouty all fuckin’ day even mirio was annoyed ∴ truth be told, you desperately wanted to give the elf-eared boy the same treatement but ∴ you felt like your relationship with him was so unsteady because of his flightiness and shyness that you didn’t want to risk scaring him away ∴ so you kept your physical distance ∴ but unfortunately that just made him doubt himself more. ∴ he went from annoyed and jealous to sad and insecure ∴ was he not good enough for you or something? ∴ “_____,” nejire finally approached you one day, “do you like amajiki?” ∴ you sputtered, “e-eh what do you mean? why are you asking? does he like me? what did he say?” ∴ nejire wanted to rip her hair out. ∴ so began a well-executed plan brought to you by mirio and nejire ∴ basically, the plan involved just shoving you into tamaki and hoping for the best ∴ surprisingly, it worked out quite well ∴ the second tamaki had his arms around you, holding you protectively so you wouldn’t hit the ground, everything seemed to click perfectly between the two of you. ∴ after that, you started to care less and less about keeping yourself from showing him your affection ∴ and surprisingly, he didn’t mind. ∴ that is, until he caught you hold hands with a friend of yours and was like ?????????why not me?????? ∴ of course he didn’t say it but ∴ it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out if he wanted to hold hands. ∴ so one day, as you walked back to the dorms with him, you slipped your fingers in between his with a grin. ∴ “you know, if you want to hold hands you can just ask me,” you teased, enjoying the way his ears turned red. ∴ as you entered the dormitory and went to go your separate ways, you turned to look at him with a grin, “i don’t mind holding my boyfriends hand, after all.” ∴ tamaki turned so red your classmates almost called an ambulance.

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